The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: With NotesJames B. Smith, 1860 - 498 من الصفحات |
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... silent If fear should not ; both will , I do not doubt . All men delight in sensual luxury , All men enjoy revenge ; and most exult Over the tortures they can never feel ; Flattering their secret peace with others ' pain . But I delight ...
... silent If fear should not ; both will , I do not doubt . All men delight in sensual luxury , All men enjoy revenge ; and most exult Over the tortures they can never feel ; Flattering their secret peace with others ' pain . But I delight ...
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... silent air , that shall not hear What now I think ! Thou , pavement , which I tread Towards her chamber , let your echoes talk Of my imperious step , scorning surprise , But not of my intent ! -Andrea ! Andr . Enter ANDREA . My Lord ...
... silent air , that shall not hear What now I think ! Thou , pavement , which I tread Towards her chamber , let your echoes talk Of my imperious step , scorning surprise , But not of my intent ! -Andrea ! Andr . Enter ANDREA . My Lord ...
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... silence him ! And I ! 3. Guest . Cen . ( Addressing those who rise with a threatening gesture . ) Who moves ? Who speaks ? ( Turning to the company . ) " Tis nothing , Enjoy yourselves . - Beware ! for my revenge Is as the sealed ...
... silence him ! And I ! 3. Guest . Cen . ( Addressing those who rise with a threatening gesture . ) Who moves ? Who speaks ? ( Turning to the company . ) " Tis nothing , Enjoy yourselves . - Beware ! for my revenge Is as the sealed ...
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... silent corner , there , Bow thy white head before offended God , And we will kneel around and fervently Pray that he pity both ourselves and thee . brand wall Svad Lauricio Cen . My friends , I do lament this insane girl fib Has spoilt ...
... silent corner , there , Bow thy white head before offended God , And we will kneel around and fervently Pray that he pity both ourselves and thee . brand wall Svad Lauricio Cen . My friends , I do lament this insane girl fib Has spoilt ...
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... silent scorn My ardent truth , and look averse and cold , I went forth too : but soon returned again ; Yet not so soon but that my wife had taught My children her harsh thoughts , and they all cried , " Give us clothes , father ! give ...
... silent scorn My ardent truth , and look averse and cold , I went forth too : but soon returned again ; Yet not so soon but that my wife had taught My children her harsh thoughts , and they all cried , " Give us clothes , father ! give ...
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الصفحة 346 - Oh, weep for Adonais!— The quick Dreams, The passion-winged ministers of thought, Who were his flocks, whom near the living streams Of his young spirit he fed, and whom he taught The love which was its music, wander not,— Wander no more, from kindling brain to brain, But droop there, whence they sprung; and mourn their lot Round the cold heart, where, after their sweet pain, They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again.
الصفحة 345 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
الصفحة 346 - In which suns perished ; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode.
الصفحة 356 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
الصفحة 429 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
الصفحة 426 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
الصفحة 74 - How beautiful this night ! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world.
الصفحة 426 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
الصفحة 346 - The shadow of white Death, and at the door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
الصفحة 464 - Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow, with breath Rapid and strong, but silently. Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of Things, Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee.